HYMN CXII

1Whatever, Vritra-slayer! thou Sūrya, hast risen upon to-day, That, Indra, all is in thy power.2When, Mighty One, Lord of the Brave, thou thinkest, I shall never die, That thought of thine is true indeed.3Thou, Indra, goest unto all Soma libations shed for thee, Both far away and near at hand.